Cross Wars

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Hi, you don't happen to have the...

The cross corms.

I'm sorry, what?

The cross corms.

Which one are you talking about?

Issue two.

Right.

Do you have what it takes

to get that comic?

Yeah.

Here.

Where did you get this?

My great-grandfather passed it down.

Oh, I see. Wait right there.

Did she just say, "cross"?

Here you are, but...

Be very careful with it.

This is a one of a kind.

The only issue available.

- Guard it with your life.

- Okay.

- Yeah, I will. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

The world has been at war

since its creation.

So many lives lost in vain.

Deaths of warriors...

Sailors...

soldiers...

and the innocent.

The wrong place at the wrong time.

That's where we come in.

The gods chose warrior families...

to protect mankind

from the darkest of enemies.

They forged amulets from celestial alloys

and armed each family.

The most powerful amulet

is the cross of the isles.

Armed with the powers of the cross...

Callan and his team

of weapons experts...

fight crime in Los Angeles.

But now, an enemy has returned.

And a new enemy

has joined him on his quest.

To save the world...

Callan and his team

must fight their biggest battle yet.

- "Lt's early morning in the high desert."

- What...?

You... you have to add charisma.

This is an action comic book.

Let me show you how it's done.

"It's early morning in the high desert.

The sun rises and we see beautiful

snowcapped mountains in the distance.

A white SUV...

travels down the long desert roads."

Let's go, pizzle-fire.

Hey, hey-

crocodile hunter.

It's blackfire.

Backfire.

Get out my way.

Got in some bullstick. You know...

rosa parks fought for this, she fought.

Got me in the back like some damn cat.

Brother war. I want you

and old pizzle-fire...

to work your way up the right side.

Shark, you and Lucia take the middle.

Saint, ranger and I, we're gonna work all

the way down the left and forward.

Remember, our intel has the weapons

cache in one of those rv's.

A white one

with a brown stripe on the side.

You know...

gives me that creepy feeling.

That tipoff is starting to feel

just a little too convenient.

Well, the quicker

we can find those guns...

- the quicker we get out of here.

- Good.

Because I'm hungry.

- Hungry? You just had...

- Yeah.

Flapjacks, bacon, eggs, grits...

toast, cereal, milk,

orange juice, cheese...

And I'm exhausted.

You know, there's nothing more tiresome

than eating and drinking.

If it wasn't so daggone good.

- And necessary, of course.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Voltaire.

- Okay.

- Let's find those guns.

We can find the guns.

Wait.

What?

What? What?

You forgot pork chops.

Oh, man, that was almost insulting.

You gonna forget my pork chops.

You name everything but the pork chops?

That was the main course.

What you talking about, man?

Something about this place

creeps me out.

Yeah, come on in, boys.

Come on in.

My mama used to make pork chops,

make these nice pork chops.

She'd fry it up, put gravy on it,

had a little fat gristle.

Fat is my favorite.

I used to save it for the end.

Eat the meat at the beginning

and save fat, know what I mean?

- Right.

- Wait, wait.

You forgot dessert.

Cheesecake.

Cheesecake and strawberry.

You know, this is crazy, man.

I'm getting so hungry...

l think I wanna kill some bad guys

and go to Denny's right now.

This is great.

Clear.

This one?

Yeah.

Looks like that's the one.

No weapons.

Note.

Contact, run.

- Party's going. Let's get in it.

- Let's do it, let's do it.

Good work, 12 o'clock.

Three o'clock.

Let's waste these bastards.

Fall back, behind you.

Three o'clock.

Go, go. I got you covered.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Get behind me.

Son of a b*tch. They're everywhere.

Stay down.

War, come on.

- Come on, blackfire, get back here.

- Move! Move!

Stay down.

- Come on.

- Get down.

All right, here we go.

- One more.

- You're gonna get shot in the head.

Watch your back.

Stay down!

You find anything?

- Not even one gun.

- Nothing.

You bring my sandwich?

It's all right.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

What's wrong with you, man?

I'm just saying. No one else is hungry?

- L'm hungry.

- Fighting crime gets me excited.

Yeah, that was me. That was me.

That was me.

Oh, man.

This was not a set-up.

This was a death sentence.

- But not just us.

- No.

Whoever did this

didn't care about their own crew.

No loyalty.

I'll meet you guys at the warehouse.

I'm gonna go get intel.

You're gonna talk to snitch?

He sold me bad info

about a month ago.

Bad info?

Getting girls' numbers isn't intel.

When was the last time

you got a number?

- Hey.

- Time's ticking guys.

- Let's go.

- Let's roll.

You're so cool, man.

- You're so... you're so cool.

- Get in the back.

I should ride with him.

You got it all mixed up.

Damn.

You wanna know that...

it's gonna cost extra.

That'll be everything you need.

Does this include the refund

from last time?

Gentlemen,

this concludes our business for today.

Where'd you get the intel?

The usual suspects.

Paul tells Ringo, Ringo tells George,

George tells me.

- I would have gotten it from John but...

- George is dead.

- What?

- Doesn't matter.

We got hit.

- A set-up?

- Hard.

Comes with the territory, my friend.

Look, I'm not blaming you.

If I were, you wouldn't be standing, okay?

But I do wanna know...

where you got the tip from.

Look, if I go around

ratting out all of my informants...

no one's gonna do business

with me...

then where will you get intel from

when you need it?

Who's the boss?

You know I can't do that, Callan.

Lookuu

I don't pw-

I always pay for the information I get.

But...

- if I have to ask you one more time...

- Wait a second.

Boss's name is muerte.

That's the word on the street.

(Scary 9u)'-

like keyser soze.

A real diablo.

That's all I know, man.

Thanks.

No... no problem.

Better get back to my business.

Can't be seen talking to the likes of you.

Come for the fiber, stay for the taste.

- No, I'm all right.

- All right. All right.

You get some intel?

New boss.

He already has a beef with us.

That's impressive, guys.

Why don't we find him first

and beat him to the punch?

I heard this guy's bad.

Real bad.

Well, does this freak have a name?

Muerte.

Muerte, really?

I mean, that's typical overconfident male.

I... I see it all the time.

My guess his mommy didn't play

with him enough as a kid.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Dude named Spanish death.

Did the snitch give us a location,

or do we have to go looking in hell?

I don't know.

I mean, do what you do.

Get on the computer, your cell phone.

Fine. I'll do what I do.

He doesn't seem like the kind of guy we'll

be able to tie up till nitti gets him.

No, it sounds like the type of guy

that we need to put down.

- Permanently.

- I like the way she thinks.

Seems like everybody's on edge.

I recommend we finish up here

and go home and get some shut-eye.

No complaints.

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